A Scroll of Infinite Glory

Chapter 77 Entering the Subtle Circulation, the Prelude to Sunset

Wang Qing helped Bai Lang up. This was the most valiant of the four brothers, and usually the one who was responsible for doing business outside. At this moment, his face was pale, and blood was gushing from his seven orifices.

His chest caved in deeply, blood filling the crater and staining his upper body. His eyes barely had time to move slightly before he stared at Wang Qing for a moment, then his head snapped to the side, and he breathed his last.

"Fourth brother!!"

Wang Qingmeng looked back.

The newcomer attacked with a deadly move, leaving no room for retreat, aiming to kill the white wolf with this single strike.

They all remembered this person: Guan Luoyang, the rising star of the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society. In their previous deductions, he was one of Yun Lao Er's secret agents.

Wei Lengbo roared, "How dare you use such a vicious method? Has Yun Youbai gone mad?"

As he shouted, his gaze quickly swept past Guan Luoyang, scanning the wall above and below the French windows, but he didn't see any more people.

"Only one?!"

Snap!

The eldest and second eldest brothers gave irrelevant answers, and the loud sound of metal breaking became the first response from those present to Guan Luoyang.

That was Qin Deli's sweeping kick, which sent the 900-kilogram sandbag in front of him flying. The iron chain connecting the sandbag to the ceiling, which was as thick as a baby's arm, also broke under this kick.

A hole the size of a soup bowl was torn in the ceiling, and thick steel bars were exposed in the cracked concrete.

A sandbag, as large as two refrigerators tied together, flew across the entire hall, skimming over the sofa and coffee table in the middle of the hall, bringing a gust of wind as it crashed into Guan Luoyang.

The impact of this sandbag is no less than that of a four-seater car speeding at 60 kilometers per hour, accelerating and crashing into you.

If this had happened when Guan Luoyang first arrived in this world, his first reaction to an attack of this magnitude would definitely have been to dodge it.

It's not that someone who has mastered the three trainings can't receive the attack, but it's unnecessary. If they were to receive it, it would definitely cause some obstruction to their movement. When facing an attack from all sides, this obstruction could very well become an opening.

But today, he simply stretched out his left hand and wiped away the heavy, massive sandbag that had blocked his entire field of vision, as if he had crashed into a turbulent underwater current and been easily deflected.

With a push of his right hand, the sandbag, bent in the opposite direction, crashed back at a height of half a foot off the ground.

Given the weight and material of this sandbag, it could not withstand such a drastic change in direction. When it was pushed by Guan Luoyang's right palm, many cracks appeared on its surface, revealing the metallic luster of the inner layer.

This sandbag is filled with iron sand inside, wrapped in a highly elastic metal membrane, covered with plastic film and gauze, and then wrapped with 30 mm thick artificial leather. The key point is that it is sturdy and durable.

But just as Guan Luoyang pushed him back, two long, thin, and supple silver beams swept across the ceiling and struck the sandbag one after the other.

The two streaks of silver light landed on the same trajectory, splitting the large sandbag vertically in two. Iron sand flew everywhere, and a small amount of iron filings even adhered to the two streaks of silver light.

Those were two long whips extending from the palm of Wang Qing's mechanical arm. Each whip was made of sixty twisted metal wires with serrations invisible to the naked eye on its surface.

Driven by the True Spirit Electric Energy, these two long whips, if used to lash ordinary cars and trucks, could tear apart car doors and burst tires as easily as chopping corrugated cardboard boxes with a knife.

This is a true machine that was once used on the battlefield, the Russians' favorite combat model, and it is on par with the saw-axe and nail-hammer models.

However, because controlling the long whip requires too much true spiritual energy, once these two whips are released, the user may experience dizziness, nausea, and exhaustion within five minutes.

The death of his fourth brother left Wang Qing with no time to think about anything else, and he immediately unleashed his trump card.

Silver light danced, waving in the air in arcs like giant waves, the whip tip tearing through the air and slicing down.

The two whips swept in different directions. Even if Guan Luoyang managed to dodge them, the electromagnetic shockwave device he had placed behind him would be exposed to the sharp blades of the whips.

"Give back the fourth brother's life."

Guan Luoyang lowered his body, vaguely resembling a bow stance, and raised his palms flat in front of him, pushing them out like a battering ram.

The Luohan Push Gate in Luohan Fist can be considered a basic skill in the boxing style. It uses a burst of energy and only focuses on straightening the arm and pushing the force forward after the move is launched. Even a seven or eight-year-old child can learn to perform this move quite well after learning for ten minutes.

But when Guan Luoyang used this basic skill today, it turned into an unpredictable and lightning-fast attack.

Wei Lengbo clearly saw two whips intertwined and cut the person's body in front of the broken French window, but the next moment, he realized that it was just a phantom left in place.

After the long whips crossed, there wasn't even time to change direction and strike the electromagnetic detonator below.

The enemy's true form had already reached Wang Qing's elder brother and shoved him in the chest with a palm strike.

Wei Lengbo let out a sharp, startled scream.

He had witnessed their leader break the sound barrier with his entire body, blasting the air apart. He clearly remembered that the sound that followed was like a thunderclap from the sky.

After the thunderclap, the echoes lingered.

The speed at which this person was moving was probably already approaching that of the scene he remembered, yet it was completely silent, as if there was only a gentle breeze.

This is a phenomenon that defies common sense.

This is a quality that Guan Luoyang only came to understand after reaching the level of mastery of the four trainings.

The strength support from training tendons, the low-frequency force exertion from training bones, the keen perception from training skin, and the rhythmic control of internal and external unity after mastering Qi cultivation, all allow Guan Luoyang to bring all the airflow that touches his body into his own rhythm during movement.

Air also has its own frequency. When people exercise, their body frequency cannot be synchronized with that of the air, so they have to use force to push it away.

If one could reach the level of Guan Luoyang, by controlling the rhythm of the surroundings, one could resonate with the air and achieve the effect of moving silently through the air.

While there are no concrete examples of this level of skill in the classic manuals of various martial arts schools, there have been some speculations about it.

He rides the true course of Heaven and Earth, controls the six qi to roam the boundless, gathers wind and thunder to complete the cycle of Heaven, and grasps a speck of dust to establish the Daoist realm.

Within three feet of oneself lies the vast expanse of the universe.

The moment Guan Luoyang's palm slammed into Wang Qing, the air around him suddenly erupted, and a surging wave of air overturned the sofa, knocked over many items on the coffee table, and even stirred up the white wolf's corpse again.

Wang Qing, Bai Lang, and all the debris in the air were enveloped in this powerful airflow and crashed into Qin Deli.

A three-foot-wide altar can silence wind and thunder, and conversely, it can also suddenly unleash a thunderous roar from silence.

The objects in the center of the hall were almost completely swept away by this airflow, and the television screen was embedded in it by the flying fruit platters.

Wei Lengbo was blown backward, and with a flick of his wrists, the first joints of all ten fingers shot out almost simultaneously.

Adding launching devices to the True Spirit Mechanism would greatly reduce its durability, making it a very unprofitable endeavor.

However, Wei Lengbo was the strategist and accountant of their group, and he didn't lack the money for regular maintenance.

The ten fingers are inlaid with permanently magnetized metal. When they are shot out through electromagnetic induction, there is no sound like a bullet leaving the barrel of a regular electric firearm, but the speed is no less than that of the standard pistols of the Singapore-Malaysia Port patrol team.

A knuckle with an initial velocity exceeding 300 meters per second weighs 2.3 times that of a standard pistol bullet.

But after those ten knuckles shot out, Wei Lengbo's eyes suddenly noticed that Guan Luoyang's right hand had changed position, his five fingers were clenched, and he was tightly gripping something in his hand.

Extremely fine metal wires extended from between his fingers, with the other end connected to Wei Lengbo's palms.

The original purpose of this metal wire was, as Wei Lengbo anticipated, to provide him with additional mobility if his ten knuckles were to be driven into other fixed objects, or to directly cut the enemy's body with this wire.

But now, the other ends of the ten threads are all gathered in Guan Luoyang's hands, which means...

He grabbed those ten bullet-like knuckles.

This is a miracle of intuition, foresight, and physical prowess combined.

Wei Lengbo's eyelids widened, his pupils contracted sharply, and a mixture of emotions—sadness, fear, and horror—collided as he suddenly came to his senses.

Their previous guesses must have been wrong. If Yun Lao Er could secretly cultivate such subordinates, he would not have been able to remain in the position of the second among the Five Tigers and Four Valiant Ones long ago.

Guan Luoyang glanced at his hand, smiled excitedly and silently, revealing his fine and neat teeth. With a wave of his right hand, ten metal knuckles scattered back, hitting Wei Lengbo and causing his body to sway violently several times, splattering blood and sparks, before he collapsed to the ground.

Just then, Qin Deli cleared away the debris and pressed down the bodies of his two sworn brothers. In the blink of an eye, his second brother was also gone.

By the broken French window, the electromagnetic detonator was still emitting waves of disruptive shocks. The split sandbags and scattered iron sand trembled slightly, and tiny iron filings danced.

Qin Deli didn't roar, but the muscles on both sides of his face were taut, and blue veins gradually appeared on his neck and forehead.

He slammed his fists together in front of his chest, shattering the large gauntlets and revealing brand-new, silver-white metal hands.

Among the four brothers, Qin Deli's arms changed the least, but the repair cycle for his hands was shorter than that of Wei Lengbo and Wang Qing.

Because he was throwing punches almost all the time.

The ability to modify a martial artist's combat ability largely depends on the level of the True Spirit Machine. Even when it comes to training combat skills, few people would choose this extremely retro and boring boxing-style training.

However, the order to "let him practice" came from their guild leader, so Wang Qing and the others never objected to his actions.

And as it turns out, this kind of forging, which only wears down the joints and the coating on the fist, actually brought Qin Deli improvements beyond just mechanical ones.

"Forty percent."

Qin Deli suddenly spoke up, saying something that seemed unrelated to the scene before him: "Four years ago, I challenged the chairman, and he told me that with this level of focus, I could catch up with him back then after ten years of training."

Guan Luoyang said, "Oh? Are you threatening me? But you won't even say your president's name. This kind of intimidation is far too insincere."

Qin Deli shook his head: "I might not be able to beat you, so I just want you to know about this. At least before I die, I want others to know about this, after all..."

"I've been working on this for 1,390 days, 1,390 days..."

His expression turned strange and blank, as if he were asking a question, or perhaps asking himself, "Is 1,390 days really only 40% of what it was four years ago?"

boom!!!!

Tiles cracked, concrete slumped, and steel bars bent.

While Qin Deli was still somewhat bewildered, he launched an attack.

The slight bewilderment in his emotions did not diminish the ferocity of his attack.

As he stepped forward and threw a punch, a towering phantom appeared, seemingly real yet illusory.

Below is blue stone, above is a snow-covered mountain, and in the vast white expanse, a huge rock rolls down from the summit, oblivious to everything around it.

The snow-white boulder merged with Qin Deli's fist.

Guan Luoyang's eyes lit up, and he flipped his palm as if lifting a stone tablet, his hand making a dull sound like the air being drawn from a stone tablet, and pushed upwards, colliding with the punch that Qin Deli was about to deliver.

When fighting Dugu Hao, he didn't dare to take that risk, but now, he wanted to experience and get used to the feeling of being directly impacted by such momentum.

A series of muffled, thunderous sounds echoed through the second-floor hall, sending waves of air rippled outwards.

Qin Deli was like a tireless, foolish old ox, repeatedly exerting all his strength. True spiritual energy surged from his brain and consciousness, propelling his fists and unleashing his attacks.

After Guan Luoyang steadily withstood more than a dozen punches from him, his ears twitched slightly as he heard noisy footsteps approaching from the armory.

He had had his fill of experience. With a shift in his breath, he transformed his palm into a fist. In the blink of an eye, he exchanged five punches with Qin Deli, striking back with the first two. He regained his momentum with the first two punches, and then countered with the last three punches, forcing Qin Deli to retreat three large steps.

Click!

Just as Qin Deli was about to raise his hand again, his right forearm suddenly snapped out like a nunchaku, the broken parts bounced off, and only the dense wires remained connecting his elbow.

The elbow joint, a mechanical structure, had already endured immense stress during the previous exchange, and was further damaged by the deliberate shock and disruption from Guan Luoyang's powerful punches.

Guan Luoyang's fist created a burst of air, stinging Qin Deli's face, and stopped at the tip of his nose amidst the whistling wind.

"Who is your student association president?"

Qin Deli moved his left arm, and with a crack, his left elbow joint dislocated: "He's not from Xinma Port."

"I guessed it. What's the name?"

"Yan Du".

"So it was him."

Guan Luoyang nodded, about to unleash the last bit of strength in his hand, when Qin Deli beat him to it, tilting his head back and then ramming his forehead into Guan Luoyang's fist.

The force of the impact was all he had; when it hit, he could even hear the sound of his own neck and forehead breaking.

His head had absolutely no mechanical protection; hitting it like that would be tantamount to suicide.

Upon impact, Qin Deli's body was thrown backward by the reaction force and crashed to the ground.

However, Guan Luoyang's entire body was knocked back half a step by the impact. He raised his hand in surprise, and his fist was covered with layers of frost, which were rapidly condensing into a thick ice shell.

The growth of ice only stopped when it reached the size of a football.

Guan Luoyang slowly exerted force through his five fingers, gradually cracking the ice. Finally, the two halves of the ice shell slid off his hands and crashed to the ground, heavy as two pieces of alloy.

He stared at the ice block and said in a low voice, "The threat you pose is incomparable to those other gangs. I was right to put you last."

If Dugu Hao and his three subordinates were to encounter these four brothers, the one who would survive in the end might not necessarily be Dugu Hao.

However, Dugu Hao's true power extends far beyond the few people he brought with him that day.

As Qin Deli lay dying, he heard these voices, which stammered, "You're quite capable... The southwest is about to descend into chaos... If you can make it through, you'll meet our guild leader, meet that...that..."

"That arrogant, damned bastard!!!"

He suddenly straightened up and shouted those words with extreme ferocity, but he couldn't sit up and fell back down, laughing loudly.

"You'll have to come down and keep us company sooner or later."

The setting sun was still shining outside the window, but Qin Deli's eyelids were gradually becoming too heavy to keep open, and he thought it was already dark.

"One thousand three hundred and ninety-one..."

Qin Deli didn't know that when he said those last few words, Guan Luoyang was no longer in the living room at all.

Electromagnetic detonators are very expensive, and Guan Luoyang is busy pacifying the situation in this area within the time limit.

As the sun finally set on this day, the Shenzhou Brotherhood Society truly stirred up the already turbulent situation in the southwest.

Tao Zhu Group and the Society, both overt and covert, hastily added new information to the existing data and intelligence, passing it on to the desks of more important figures.

(End of this chapter)